Points of light counterbalance the weak dawn, winking white
or steady red and green. They lingered on through sleep, now out of place like
those guests who do not realize the party has ended. Did sudden January dawn
silence them like partygoers who talked through the night to realize the next
day was shot?
The lights will sleep the day away, ready to party again at
the sunset. I drive past on my way to work, having slept while Christmas
glowed. Eyes of a million colors wink at me about the fun they had when the
world went to bed early.
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